It had been a few weeks since I first felt this way, unstable and unable to help; forever alone is how I shall describe it. I was instantly snapped into that same... colorful room? They finally have decorated their living space, I thought. It seemed familiar, though, as if I had seen it a thousand times yet knew not what it was. I bowed before the chairs, but no one showed. I stood up and noticed I could walk around, so I looked around a bit. I noticed the living room was in the exact place mine was, the furniture in the exact spots of mine. It was weird. I felt like it was my house and like it was night. Just in case it was what I thought it was, I crept up the stairs carefully, making as little noise as possible.
This is my house, I thought to myself, and it even felt like something terrible would happen. Once I made it up the stairs, I slowly pushed the door to my parents' bedroom and saw... my... parents asleep. This is all too familiar. I tried the door to the attic, where my room was, making sure to be as quiet as possible. I managed to make it up the stairs with a mere squeak. I got as close to entering my room as in front of two bins that blocked the way to it. It only took a few seconds before I saw glowing... blue... light. Wait, if that color is the color I remember seeing some night before, and the rooms look exactly like mine... I didn't hesitate. I crept back downstairs as quickly as possible.
Opening the door to my siblings' bedroom revealed a dark figure, a black-dressed man with fiery red eyes. At that point, I understood why I was there, in my house, in that night, in that time period.
"Hello, there," he said. Since he had the fiery eyes of him, and his voice sounded like him, I could tell it was Dark Link.
"Ugh, it's you," I replied, annoyed.
"Don't you know how to greet someone? Come here, and shake my hand." I hesitated, but I shook his outreached hand. The moment I touched it, though, they started to glow. We pulled our hands away as the palm of our hands burned, causing blood to pour and bones to fall out of them. Soon enough, our hands fell off, revealing the tips of our upper-arm bones, even more blood gushing from them. I carefully and gently grasped my broken arm with my left hand. It only took a few seconds before my fallen hand rose from the floor and drifted back to my arm, the blood and bones repairing themselves and coming back to my wrist. My flesh reconnected with my hand.
With that, I did what I could to beat him down. Eventually, though, he managed to unsheathe his sword and push me back. I suddenly felt a drop in energy, but I still fought. It was only a few seconds until he had me on the ground. I tried to get up, but he cuffed me to the bed close by. He walked over to the other bed, prepared his sword, and SLICE! Throats were open, and blood filled the room. Dark Link, then, was also bleeding, so he took some of his blood and splattered it on the wounds. It only took a few seconds after sharing blood with my second-to-oldest brother for me to faze my hands out of the cuffs. Before dark me could see, I fazed them back. As he walked down the hall, I fazed my hands back out of the cuffs and tip-toed towards him.
About half way to him, though, I felt as if shoes of iron were forced upon my feet and cuffs with no chains nailed into the wall held me back, but nothing was there. I had to oversee and endure the death of my sister as I floated into the room and watched the blood splatter and the bones fall from her throat. After doing that, he took his blood and shared it with my sister's wound. The only thing to look up to was she wasn't decapitated. I pulled and pushed, kicked and punched, but it did no good. I had to watch them die, and I couldn't save them. All the determination I ever received now disappeared, and I was now left with fear and anger. Nothing could stop me from killing him now.
He finally opened the door to my parents' room. My dad suddenly woke up and saw Dark Link. As I tried to shout, my voice was taken from me. He picked up my father, threw him to the ground, and knocked him senseless with a punch to the face. It was after that he rubbed the thin metal against my father's throat. After sharing his own blood with my father's wound, my mother awoke. Dark me walked over to her, held her arm down, and sliced her throat open, sharing his blood after killing her. After severing my infant brother's head from his body, sharing his blood with my brother, and placing his head back on as it reattached, I was taken into the hall and released. The moment I was released, I unsheathed my sword and made dark me twinge at my sword. The moment I did this, I was snapped back to the same, white room with the two thrones I was once used to seeing.
I bowed before the thrones, as usual.
"Oh great goddesses Farore and Nayru of Courage and Wisdom, Life and Water." They came and floated to their chairs in their balls of light, becoming their physical selves.
"Rise," said Farore, concerned. The moment I rose from bowing, I saw Dark Link standing there, staring me in the face. When I unsheathed my sword, Dark Link copied me exactly, and I realized I was being reflected.
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The Legend of Zelda: Humanity's Last Hope (by LinkDaLegend)
Fanfiction"We pulled to a slow stop at the Castletown Station. The town was fine. All the buildings were in their places, untouched. It was, though, oddly quiet. Peaceful. Empty. The winds blowing in the silent town brought back memories of when I had a famil...
